Page 88 of Folds
“Can I keep going?”
“Yes,” she says after a moment.
I kiss the inside of her thigh, my wet lips leaving a mark on her delicate skin. I hope she doesn’t hate me for this, but I gather all the saliva I can in my mouth and gently spit where the seam has started to open. At the top of the shell, where she was most open, a small frond sprouts. It’s like a miniature version of the ones on the top of her head.
Before I can think, I lick her again, flicking my tongue over the frond.
“Fuck,” she shouts. “There! More, right there, whatever that was.”
Is this what guys feel when they find the clit for the first time? Because I feel like I’ve just been given first chair at the symphony, and now it’s time for my solo.
The fact that I’m salivating for the nectar coming from Sorscelgra makes it all the easier to soften the shell that’s hiding her pleasure spot. The more I lick and suck and drench her in spit, the more she opens up and the more I can see.
At the top, near where a clitoris would be, there is a bundle ofdelicate fronds that twitch at the slightest touch. Her wetness drips from them, encouraging me to feast. And the longer I do that, the more I can see the sheer number of petals that are folded beneath her shell.
“More, love,” she moans when I slip my tongue inside the shell.
Her hand digs into my hair, pressing my head into the body. My nose collides with her fronds as her body sucks me in. A tingling sensation bursts onto my tongue, and my eyes roll back.
Fuck.
I move my hand from her stomach and spread her wide open, stretching the back of her thighs until her knees are nearly pressed to her chest.
“Open up for me, Sorscelgra,” I beg, words muffled against her skin. “Let me please you.”
She moans, grip shaking my hair as I keep going. I won’t stop until she asks. I want to see all of her, gaping and dripping. My tongue explores her folds, the delicate petals tucked away inside her, searching for more of that addictive taste.
“There, there, there,” she says, legs trembling in my hold. “I feel something more.”
I laser-focus on the motion I had just done, how my nose brushed against the fronds and the tip of my tongue swirled around a tight bud of petals deep inside the shell. Her heated skin and warm nectar coat my cheeks, marking them with her scent. As her woman.
My own body is screaming to be touched, for extra pleasure that I can’t get from rubbing against the bed. Fuck, I should have known I’d need a grinder or something, anything so I could keep touching Sorscelgra until we come together. I don’t want to stop licking every inch of her, but the more I drink from her body, the more my pussy aches for release.
“Yes, love,” she pants. “Don’t stop, don’t stop. I?—"
It’s only as my mouth is suddenly flooded that I think maybe I should have had more concern about losing my tongue. That,maybe, the shell that hides the delicate folded petals of her body would clamp shut if overstimulated. My cheeks fill to the point of bursting, and I can no longer move my tongue. Only then do I pull back and realise what's in my mouth.
A glorious flower with petals that are a deep red that is almost purple drips with spit and cum. There are so many folds and layers curling and uncurling; I feel like I’m being hypnotised by pussy.
Which, honestly, I’m really okay with.
I look up at Sorscelgra and see all the petals at the top of her head quivering, curling, and trembling.
“You alright?” I ask, kissing her thigh where my hand had been squeezing her.
“Never, in all our lives, did we know that our bodies could do such things.” She smooths one hand over the ridge where green skin meets pink petals. “Discovery is truly joyous.”
I can’t contain the laughter that bursts from me. It’s so ridiculous; everything about today has been so stupidly insane I’m worried it’s a dream. One second, my life is a mundane drag; the next, I am having sex with a hivemind who’s taken over the planet.
Sorscelgra tugs on my hair again, and I crawl up the bed towards her face. She nuzzles me, brushing her velvet skin against my cheek like a satisfied cat.
“Tomorrow is a new day of discovery,” she whispers. “This world is yours now, love.”
“It’s ours." I smile.
